A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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KUCHH LOG JADA JANTE HAI

कुछ लोग जो ज़्यादा जानते हैं, इन्सान �

KISI KE LIYE SARTAAJ HAI ZINDGI

किसी के लिए सरताज है जिंदगी

कभी दो

AAO AJADI DIWAS BANAY

बच्चा-बच्चा बन जाए सैनिक, गर बुरी नजर �

Love's Coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,

With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca

Words Can't Describe Feelings

Words simply can't describe

My feelings for you,

For my feelings are so many,

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;

He made everything shake, even the walls.

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Till I Breathe My Last

When you love and hold me without any fear

Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.

sala tumhe loot kar hi khayega

Na jaane kaha hai aya hai…

 

Na jaane kaha ko jaega..

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CHAND KO DEKHKAR

Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,

Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,

Kit

ye bhi koi jiwan hai

वह देश, देश क्या है,  जिसमेंलेते हों �